Loki held on a as tightly as he could when Diaval took off to get away from the Queen's soldiers and her brother. Not wanting to look back in fear of how close they maybe, his attention was on the forest that was once the Moors, now dark and tainted. It pained him to see him home and what his mother fought so hard to protect and help thrive was now dying and going into decay. Being pulled out of his thoughts real quick, Loki noticed himself being flung off and and landing on the ground. A large wave of pain over took him and he rolled from his back to his side with a gasp of air. Adrenaline had come back soon enough but slowly as he got up and saw Diaval in a large muck pit. "Diaval!" He wanted to help his friend get out of it but he was thrashing around as if he didn't want him to help. With the reach of his hand to try and calm him only to not succeed like he had hoped, Loki took notice of why Diaval was doing this and bit his lip before he nodded. "I'm sorry." He then got on his feet painfully and soon started to take off once pain was no longer something to worry about.

Not looking back, Loki ran as fast as he could into what was once the Moors, his home, his sanctuary for not only himself but for all the fae that had lived there once. Not really paying attention and not able to run like he use to when he was young, mainly due to his injuries and was tripped by a tree root. Falling to the ground, he felt something dusty burst against his face. Scooting away, Loki rubs his face the best he can before limping off to trying to get as much distance away from them as possible. During his limp through the forest he could no longer recognize, Loki was seeing trees move in ways they shoudn't distorted, humanoid faces on the trees, growls of creatures he never heard of. Cries and screams that he thought at one point was of his mother and his dear goddaughter. Having to stop, he covered his eyes, closed his eyes tight as he tried to block out everything. "Stop it...Leave me alone!" He fell to his knees as he moved his hands from his ears to his face and felt tears falls from his eyes as he was remembering the day his mother had been killed and the news of his dear Silena. Now the screams of his companion grew too much for the wounded fae for he collapsed on the ground, passing out from the fear, stress and pain that this all brought to him...